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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
June Days,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.