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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.