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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.