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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.