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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.