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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.