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 Moldova and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 CMW to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.