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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 JFA to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.