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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
X-101,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.