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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.