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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.