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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
the Association,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.