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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.