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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.