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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.