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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.