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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.