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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan 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?
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.