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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.