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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.