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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.