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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.