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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.