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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.