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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.