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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.