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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.