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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.