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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.