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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.