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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.