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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.