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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.