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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.