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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.