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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.