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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.