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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.