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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.