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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.