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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.