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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Mars,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.