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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.