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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.