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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Mars,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.