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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.