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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.