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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.