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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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?
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.