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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Index,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.