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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.