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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.