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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.