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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.