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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.