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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.