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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
JFA,
the Swans,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.