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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.