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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.