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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.