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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Fear,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.