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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.