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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.