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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.