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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.