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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.