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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Qualms,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.