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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Magma,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
PIL,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.