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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.