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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.