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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.