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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.