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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Misunderstood to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.