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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.