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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.