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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.