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 Syria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.