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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.