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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.