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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Inner City,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.