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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.