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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.