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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.