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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.