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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.