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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.