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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.