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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.