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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
cv313,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.