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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.