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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 Woodstock and Houston.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.