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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.