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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.