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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.