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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.