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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.