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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.