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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.