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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.