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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
UT,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.