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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.