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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Q65,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.