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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.