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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.