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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.