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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.