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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.