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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.