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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.