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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.