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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.