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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Remains 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.