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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
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.