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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.