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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.