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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.