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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Franke,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.