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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.