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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Television,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.