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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.