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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.