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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
X-101,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
Fear,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.