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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.