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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Franke,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.