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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.