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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.