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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.