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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
CMW,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.