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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Little Man,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.