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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.