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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.