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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.