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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.