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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.