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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.