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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Names,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.