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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.