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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.