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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.