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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.