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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.