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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.