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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.