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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.