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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.