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 Congo and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.