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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The United States of America to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.