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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.