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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Index,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.