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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.