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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Gories,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.