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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Pole,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.