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 Togo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.