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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.