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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.