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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.