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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.