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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.