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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.