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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.