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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Altered Images,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Unwound,
DNA,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.