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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Visage,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.