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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.