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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.