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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.