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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.