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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.