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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.