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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.