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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.