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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.