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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.