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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.