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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
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.