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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
The Names,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.