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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.