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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.