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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.