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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.