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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.