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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.