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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.