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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.