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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.