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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.