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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.