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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.