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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.