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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.