Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.