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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.