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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.