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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.