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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
DNA,
Faust,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.