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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.