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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.