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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Television,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.