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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.