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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.