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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.