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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.