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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.