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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.