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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.