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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Remains,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.