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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.