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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.