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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.