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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.