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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Wings,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.