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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.