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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.