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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.