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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.