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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.