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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Move,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Index,
Jandek,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.