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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
The Slits,
UT,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.