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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.