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 Ireland 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.