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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.