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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Skatalites to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.