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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.