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 Sri Lanka 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.