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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Can,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.