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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.