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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.