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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.