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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.