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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.