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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.