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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.