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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Wire,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.