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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 808 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.