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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.