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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.