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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.