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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.