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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.