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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.