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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.