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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
The Move,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.