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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.