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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
The Cure,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.