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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.