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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.