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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blancmange 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.