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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.