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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.