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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.