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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.