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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.