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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Visage,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.