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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Victims,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.