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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.