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 Korea South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.