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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Can,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Fear,
Pole,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.