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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
MC5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.