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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.