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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.