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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.