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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Crime,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Scion,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.