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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Can,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.