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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.