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 Oman 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.