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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.