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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Pole,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.