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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Franke,
Excepter,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.