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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
New Order,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.