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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.