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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.