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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.