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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.