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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.