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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Can,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.