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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.