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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.