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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.