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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.