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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Shoche,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.