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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.