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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
The Index,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.