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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.