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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Index,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.