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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Television,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.