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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.