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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.