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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.