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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Drexciya 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.