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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.