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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.