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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.