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 Thailand 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.