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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.