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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Move,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.