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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.