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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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?
Franke,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.