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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang Dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.