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 Brunei and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Martian,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Crime,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.