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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.