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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.