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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.