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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.