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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.