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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.