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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.