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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.