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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
June Days,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.