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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.