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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.