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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.