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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.