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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.