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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.