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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
cv313,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.