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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.