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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.