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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.