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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.