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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.