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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Visage,
Little Man,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.