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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.