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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.