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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.