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 Ecuador 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.