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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.