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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.