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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.