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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
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.