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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Brick,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.