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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
The Move,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.