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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
10cc,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
PIL,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.