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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.