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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.