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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Misunderstood to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.