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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.