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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.