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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.