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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.