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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
UT,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.