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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.