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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Technova to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.