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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.