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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.