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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.