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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.