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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.