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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.