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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.