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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Smog,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.