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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Faust,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.