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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.