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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.