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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.