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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.