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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.