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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.