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 Grenada and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.