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 Belize and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Excepter,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.