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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.