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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Television,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.