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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.