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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
10cc,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.