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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.