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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.