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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.