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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Searchers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.