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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.