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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.