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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.