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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.