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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Wire,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.