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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 New Order to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.