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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.