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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.