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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.