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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Index,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.