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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Roxette,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.