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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Television,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Fear,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.