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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.