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 Sweden 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 Taipei and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.