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 North and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pole,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.