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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.