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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.