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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Gories to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.