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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.