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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
June Days,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.