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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.