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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.