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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.