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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.