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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.