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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Doors to the funk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.