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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.