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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.