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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.