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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.