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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.