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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.