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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.