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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.