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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.