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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.