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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.