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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Television,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.