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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.