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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.