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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.