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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.