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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.