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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.