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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.