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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.