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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
AZ,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Josef K,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.