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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.