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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Index,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.