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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.