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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.