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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.