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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.