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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.