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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Monks,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.