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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Smog,
Yaz,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.