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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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.