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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.