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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.