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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.