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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.