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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.