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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.