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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.