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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
cv313,
Kayak,
Technova,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.