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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.