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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.