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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.