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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.