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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.