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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Japan,
DNA,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.