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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.