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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.