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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Saints,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.