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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Motions,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.