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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.