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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Technova,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.