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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.