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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Can,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
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.