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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.