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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Faust,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.