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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.