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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.