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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.