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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Harmonia,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.