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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.