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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.