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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.