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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.