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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.