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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.