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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.