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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.