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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Scion,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.