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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Organ,
Index,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.