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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.