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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.