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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.