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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.