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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.