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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.