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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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 Seeds,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.