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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.