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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.