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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Fear,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.