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 Latvia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.