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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.