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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.