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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Liliput,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.