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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Alphaville to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.