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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.