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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Deakin,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.