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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.