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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.