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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.