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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.