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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.