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 China and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.