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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Human League 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.