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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
the Human League,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.