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 Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
the Swans,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.