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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.