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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.