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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.