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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.