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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.