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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.