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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.