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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.