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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.