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 Malta and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.