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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.