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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.