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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.