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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.