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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.