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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.