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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.