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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 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 David Bowie 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.