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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.