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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Can,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.