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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.