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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.