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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 AZ to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.