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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.