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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.